Savage

An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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Savage ISBN 9781419912993 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Savage Copyright © 2007 L.A. Day Edited by Pamela Campbell. Photography and cover art by Les Byerley. Electronic book Publication November 2007 This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 443103502. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

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Hunters for Hire

Prologue Welcome to the Devil’s Pit. Home sweet home. My name is Ulric Vonner and I run The Web, the base of operations for Bounty Hunters, Inc. You need criminals found? We will find them. The crime doesn’t matter. Remember that we don’t work for free— our fees are high, but we always catch our man, woman, or whatever species it is that you’re after. Of course, catching them and bringing them in are two different things. We may be scoundrels but we aren’t without conscience. I started this business fifteen years ago. Hunters come and hunters go, but that’s life. No one lasts forever, not in this business. Each of my bounty hunters has his or her reasons for turning hunter. I don’t ask what they are and I don’t care. They war with their inner demons, carve out a living for themselves, and then they move on— provided they survive their stint as a hunter. I don’t get attached, and I don’t mourn their loss. I learned long ago not to depend on anyone but myself. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, which is the primary reason I deal with the Amalgamation. Behind every great power is corruption, and the Amalgamation is no exception. However, they do pay well, and I’m not without my own agenda. I fight to survive and to hold on to what little I have left. Bounty Hunters, Inc. gives me a purpose and a damn good excuse to move in the circles I do. It’s said a man is judged by the company he keeps, so what does that say about me? In a galaxy fraught with danger, Bounty Hunters, Inc. will strive to satisfy all our customers—if it’s in our best interests to do so. Though we may wear a veneer of legal process, we are bounty hunters and we hunt

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those we are paid to hunt. If in the process we bring down those who would do harm to others—so much the better. What is a bounty hunter? We’re just glorified rogues trying to make the best out of what life tossed our way. The galaxy is not without its flaws or its bad seeds, and that’s what we’re here for—to do the jobs no one else wants. The best way to learn about Bounty Hunters, Inc. and me is to first get to know the people who work for me. They are good people in their own ways, but if you cross them, be prepared to face the consequences. Let the hunting begin…

Prologue Copyright © 2007 by Heather Holland, Anh Leod and Eilis Flynn

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Glossary Aboolan–The natural inhabitants of the Aboo System and its planets who moved on after beings from Earth moved in to mine the planets for their natural resources. Aboo System–Home of the Aboo mining planets. crystolium-rich planets located two Smith Gates from Earth. Aboo Two–Second planet in the Aboo System where Amalgama, the capital city of the Amalgamation of Planets, is located. Aboolan War of 2112–War that broke out when Earthlings invaded the Aboo System for the planets’ natural resources. Abyss, The–Section of The Web where prisoners are kept until transported to another planet or prison facility. Amalgama–The capital city and chief headquarters for the Amalgamation of Planets. A large, dome-covered city located on the planet Aboo Two. Amalgamation of Planets–The primary governing body of the galaxy. Amaya–Cintealios capital city on the planet of the same name. Aurelie–The Web’s day shift cook. Azo Eta–Planet very similar to Earth, located in the Secundus System. Bounty-hunter class–Class of small ships, specially suited to carry and operate with only a small crew. Preferred mode of transportation of the bounty hunters, hence the name. Bounty Hunters, Inc.–Organization of bounty hunters set up and run by Ulric Vonner. They work for large fees and at their own discretion and are neither good nor bad, though they will break the law when necessary in order to bring in a bounty.

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Bulkhead Disrupting Charge–Fired from a normal missile cannon, the charge attaches itself to a target’s shields, weakens the shields, opens a hole through the target’s defenses and fires a concentrated charge into the target’s hull. Inflicts major, concentrated damage to a ship’s hull. Cintealios–The warrior race. These beings are human/humanoid and live to conquer those who are weaker. Largest opposing force to the Amalgamation. Comm-tabs–Buttonlike communication devices that are pressed to the skin behind the ear. Constance O’Rourke–Supply handler for The Web. Control–Small space station situated near the Smith Gate. Controls the energy field that operates the gates and determines where a ship will emerge from the wormhole. Copper Arrow–Copper balls that expand into shafts of corresponding light; an arrow that explodes on contact. Devil’s Pit–Seedy neighborhood on Quartus Seven where The Web is located. Location chosen specifically for its rough appearance and dangerous atmosphere. Dexter Smith–”Dex”, The Web’s computer geek. If it’s electronic, he can figure it out. “Doc”–Holographic doctor in The Web’s medical wing. He has numerous robotic shells that he can download himself into, to perform various functions. Executioner–Ulric Vonner’s personal bounty-class cruiser. Gold Arrow–Gold balls that expand into shafts of corresponding light and act as a claw, anchoring target to whatever solid surface is behind it, such as a wall. Halcion Cartiere–Top commanding officer of the Interplanetary Military Forces. Hub–The heart of The Web, located at the very center. Also contains the Conference Room where meetings are held. Hunter Pack–Small backpack that holds more than it appears to hold.

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Icsantheze Dagger–Daggers created on the planet Icsanthia. Sixty-six centimeters total length from tip of the dagger blade to the end of the handle—fifteen centimeter hilt, fifty-one centimeter blade. The blade is curved like a serpent slithering across a surface, golden in color, with pale green streaks through the blade. Handle is wrapped in emerald leather. Interplanetary Military Forces (IMF)–The military power behind the Amalgamation that works diligently to protect the Amalgamation and everything it stands for. Intergalactic Security Agency (ISA)–The job of the ISA is to explore new worlds and collect critical intelligence on any alien species discovered. Interplanetary Senate–Body of five hundred representatives from across the galaxy. Most major systems are represented in the senate—five representatives each—with a few exceptions. Jacobi Smith (deceased)–Discovered worm holes usable for faster travel times. The worm holes became known as Smith Gates in his honor. Jiborui–Home world of Krys Xan, the Amalgamation of Planets’ leader. Exotic planet that is home to humanoid, hermaphrodite beings who are tall and slender, and have very sharp minds. Key in the production of many space travel inventions that have made traveling throughout the galaxy and colonizing new worlds easier. Jump Drives–Allows the vessel to navigate through nearby worm holes, effectively reducing travel times significantly. (Note: Control must open the gate. Also controls to which neighboring system the gate connects.) Krys Xan–Hermaphrodite from Jurgia and leader of the Amalgamation of Planets. He presides over the Senate and all its members. Military Sciences Lab–Based on Earth, its purpose is to create and cultivate the ultimate soldier. Nursotics–Robotic nurses. Orbit Wisps–Spectral, universal snitches. They barter information for energy cubes.

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PHD–Personal Holographic Device. When activated, it alters the hunter’s appearance, aiding in acquiring a bounty. Plasma Cannons–Can target an enemy ship’s deflector shield and will drain the energy from the shield determinant to the size of the charge. If used on a small ship without a shield, it can slowly deteriorate the ship’s hull. Quartus Seven–Planet where The Web is located. Also known as The City Planet. seventy-five percent of the planet’s surface is covered by one continuous metropolitan area. The remaining twenty-five percent of the planet is covered in water. No indigenous life forms or plant life exist here. Replicators–Basic replication of items such as food and clothing. Complex machinery cannot be replicated, though the replicator can retrieve items from storage compartments. Sa-Ro Five–Largest agricultural hub in the Secundus System. This planet supplies food rations to many planets, including some from neighboring systems. Scanners–Allow the ship’s crew to scan other ships, space stations or planets for signs of life. Sealy Garrison–Constance O’Rourke’s assistant. If Constance isn’t available, Sealy is the man to see. Secret Sciences Police (SSP)–Formed to ensure that no one toys with time travel or biowar sciences, to protect the Amalgamation and its interests. Secundus System–System to which Quartus Seven belongs. Similar to Earth’s system, Secundus possesses nine planets, many of which are uninhabitable due to extreme atmospheric conditions, though the use of atmospheric domes enables limited habitation of some of the planets. Silver Arrow–Silver balls that expand into shafts of corresponding light and only work as a piercing weapon.

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Smith Gate–Device used to access worm holes. It is located near the largest, most advanced planet in the system and significantly cuts down travel times. Smith Hole–Proper name for the worm holes used by Smith Gates. Spectra-shades–Special shades used to see Orbit Wisps. Super Soldiers–Bio-engineered super soldiers, produced on Earth as supreme fighting beings. The Web–Base of operations for Bounty Hunters, Inc. Tomozava–A blue fleshy vegetable that is a cross between a tomato and a zava vegetable. Tranq-ring–Ring that administers a dose of tranquilizer to a bounty/person/being but does not affect the ring’s wearer. T-Sdei Delta–The party planet. Located in the Secundus System, neighboring Quartus Seven. Ulric Vonner–President and founder of Bounty Hunters, Inc. Vanquiguard–Wristband that, when activated, creates an energy shield to protect the wearer. Zava–Blue, tomato-like vegetable that is indigenous to the planet Azo Eta. Also known as tomozava. Zeri–Night shift cook for The Web.

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Chapter One

Year: 2408 Devil’s Pit, Quartus Seven The Web Savage groaned as he rolled his leggings down his thighs. He stretched hugely, feeling every one of his twenty-nine years. Stepping under the warm water, he threw his head back. It had been a long month chasing after Uber Te’lk and he was glad to be back at The Web. Of course, Ulric would chew his ass out for the DOA but Uber had left him no choice. Either way, the bounty was the same. Unfortunately, dead men couldn’t talk so they wouldn’t be getting any information on the Cintealios Nation from him. Flexing his shoulders, Savage relaxed as the hot water streamed over his body. Water conservation be damned, he’d conserved for the last month. Facilities on his ship, Viper, were primitive at best and the remote rocks he’d scoured for Uber were even worse. If it weren’t for the substantial pay and the freedom, he’d have left this line of work long ago. Bursting a ball of cleanser in his hand, he began to lather his chest. The fresh scent of roses wafted from the soap. “Real fuckin’ funny,” Savage muttered to himself. Someone had switched his cleanser with a perfumed variety. He’d bet his left nut it was Zeri, the newly hired cook for BHI. She seemed to take perverse pleasure in tormenting the hunters. She knew no one would retaliate or she’d spill their darkest secrets. Why Ulric had hired the witch to work at Bounty Hunters, Inc., nobody knew. Maybe she had something on their illustrious leader too. She wasn’t bad to look at but few dared to look too closely. She made everyone uncomfortable. For the most part, the hunters stayed to themselves. They all had pasts that were better left alone. Zeri was a telepath and before Savage had realized her ability, she’d discovered some of his secrets. Since then, she’d found little ways of tormenting him.

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The soap was a prime example. She knew the scent of roses reminded him of his wife, Alaya. Savage’s hand lowered to his cock, lathering the lengthening flesh. Fuck! It was a bitch that just the scent of roses made him hard. He couldn’t continue like this. It was time he did something about the problem. It was time he got the situation in hand. A low groan escaped his lips as his fist pumped his turgid rod. He growled. The witch probably knew what he was doing right now. However, it wasn’t Zeri’s face that filled his mind as he stroked his shaft. Long, redgold tresses and laughing green eyes tormented him. Ruby-red lips parted and his ache became more than physical. Closing his eyes, his mind turned three years back in time…

~~~~~ “Make love to me, Dean.” He raked his thumb across Alaya’s full, bottom lip. Heat engulfed him as her green eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “You’re too young.” “I’m not.” Her full breasts pressed against his naked chest. The thin material of her gown did little to disguise the feel of her tightening nipples. “You’re my husband. It’s your right to take me.” She shifted and his cock surged to full length. A groan escaped her lips as she felt the change in his body. Leaning back, her gaze lowered and his tight leggings hid nothing from her curious eyes. Her mouth shaped a silent “O” as her eyes widened. She blinked as heat suffused her checks, reminding him of her age and why he couldn’t take her. She was too young for what he wanted to do to her. Too young and innocent to be a hunter’s wife. Grasping her hips, he pulled her tightly against him. If he couldn’t convince her any other way, he’d scare some sense into her. With fierce need, he ground his cock against 12

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her soft stomach. Lifting her, he inhaled the fresh rose scent of her hair. Growling low in his throat, he pressed against her hot, damp core. Gritting his teeth, he fought the mutation his desire aroused. His fingers began gathering the material of her gown. “Do you want my cock?” he rasped near her ear. “Do you want me to take you deep and hard?” “Dean,” she purred as her fingers combed through the strip of hair covering his spine. His back arched. Did she have any idea what touching that hair did to him? Dropping to his knees, he lowered her to the ground. Grasping her gown, he raised it over her hips. Her pale thighs trembled as he bent her knees and spread her legs. Redgold curls were damp with arousal and the heady scent intoxicated his senses. God, he wanted to taste her. Maybe she wasn’t too young after all. She was his wife. His fingers sifted through the damp curls. Her engorged clit protruded from her slit. His thumb buffeted the tiny nub and her hips bucked wildly. “You want me?” “Yes,” she hissed. Lifting his fingers, his nostrils flared as he absorbed her scent. His tongue snaked out, tasting her essence from his fingers. A shudder shook his frame. He couldn’t stop the mutation that desire aroused within him. His nails extended and his fangs protruded. “Alaya,” he growled as his hair stood on end. Lifting his head, he locked eyes with her. Her face took on a horrified expression and she screamed.

~~~~~ “Fuck!” Savage roared as his cock spasmed in his hand. It was always the same. She was afraid of him. He had spent years hiding his heritage from Alaya. While his halfRabian blood served him well as a hunter, it wasn’t a positive when choosing a mate. Rabians were known for their aggressive, sometimes vicious nature. His own mother suffered at the hands of his father.

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Savage’s father had kidnapped his mother from Earth at age nineteen forcing her to become his mate. His mother had been forced to adjust to a barbaric life on Rabia. From a young age, Savage had protected his mother. Life on Rabia was brutal, especially for an Earthling. Ostracized for their heritage, Savage initially bemoaned his differences. His father had been disappointed that his son hadn’t inherited the ability to mutate into the fur-covered form of a Rabid beast. His mother was blamed for his shortcomings. Savage quickly learned to use his differences to his advantage. He was larger and stronger than the average young Rabian. With his inherent size and limited mutation abilities he learned to fight in the arena and most often defeated his fur-covered opponents. Savage sighed as he ran his fingers through his wet hair. He had stopped wanting acceptance as a Rabian years ago. He rubbed his hand down the strip of hair on his neck and upper spine. He wasn’t accepted as an Earthling either. Thankfully, his mixed blood allowed for a milder mutation. Even so, it was too much. It had been three years since that day. Alaya was twenty-four now, a woman. It was past time he returned to Sa-Ro Five. Turning off the water, he stepped from the shower. “What are you doing here, 110?” Water dripped from Savage as he wrapped a towel around his hips and narrowed his eyes at the droid. A.L. 110 was the droid who’d helped him track Uber and many other bounties. “I asked you to call me Al.” “All right Al, what the fuck are you doing in my private chambers? Now that you have your upgrades, do you get your rocks off watching me shower?” The words were harsh but Savage was feeling harsh at the moment. “I do not think so but you seem to find joy in getting your rocks off, as you say.”

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Heat suffused Savage but he didn’t respond to the droid. After all, 110 had seen him do worse. “Speak your piece and get out or I’m going to do Ulric a favor and fry your circuits.” Al’s head tilted to the side and his humanoid eyes narrowed. The upgrades A.L. 110 received had changed him in thought process and appearance. If Savage didn’t know better, he’d think Al was human. “Uber’s body is being processed at the morgue.” Savage grimaced. “I’m sure Ulric was overjoyed with the news.” “He did not seem pleased.” “Is that what you came to tell me?” “There is a new mission being discussed.” Savage cursed silently. There was always a new mission somewhere. This time someone else could deal with it. “I’ve been out for a month. I have some personal business that is way overdue.” “There is a disturbance on Sa-Ro Five.” The clipped words resonated in the small, tiled room. Savage’s knees weakened. “What did you say?” “There is a situation on Sa-Ro Five. A rescue mission is in the planning stage.” Savage reached for his dirty leggings—he didn’t have time to find clean clothes. “Fuck!” he roared as teary green eyes flashed through his mind. If he was too late— He wouldn’t think that way. “Tell me everything you heard. Which Farm Op is involved?” Savage tugged on his leggings and scooped up his discarded tunic. “It is Farm Op Four. It seems the inhabitants of Sa-Ro Five excavated crystolium and shipped samples to Lab Tech for analysis. Apparently, someone stole the results and sold them to an interested party. Three days ago, a team of Algera pirates arrived on Sa-Ro Five. There has not been a distress call but a small pod was able to get away. It arrived on Azo Eta hours ago.”

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Algera pirates! He’d had no dealings with them but knew from intelligence briefings that they were brutal, vicious killers. Algera had no representation within the Amalgamation. Therefore the draw of unclaimed crystolium was huge. Savage’s heart pumped with nervous anticipation. “Who was in the pod?” Al shook his head. “An unidentified male.” “What’s the status of the other inhabitants of Farm Op Four?” Alaya and his aunt were both residing at Farm Op Four or at least they had been over a month ago. That was the last time he’d corresponded with his aunt. “Unknown. Viper is on alert status upon my order,” Al replied. “Give me twenty to clear before you alert Ulric.” Strapping on his utility belt, Savage checked his laser charge before snapping it back into its holder. “I will accompany you,” Al volunteered. “You can’t. This upgrade has you in enough trouble. You don’t need this.” The upgrades A.L. 110 had received didn’t just disturb him, they disturbed everyone—Ulric included. A status review lurked in Al’s future. An unauthorized mission would not play to his favor. “It matters little.” “I appreciate everything you’ve done 110—Al.” “The weaponry has been restocked. I personally stocked your pack and placed it on Viper.” “Charges?” “Affirmative.” “If I don’t come back, don’t let them shut you down without a fight.” Al’s eyes flashed with an emotion that might have been fear. He placed a firm hand on Savage’s shoulder. “Alaya is what is important.”

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Viper shuddered and the reinforced steel vibrated as Savage engaged warp drive just as he punched through Quartus Seven’s atmosphere. It was too soon but he didn’t have time to waste. The jolt strained his shoulder harness and then the recoil plastered him to his pilot’s chair. The console lit up with warnings but he didn’t release his whiteknuckled grip on the controls. Static filled the cockpit and an open channel on his radio screeched. “Savage, what the fuck are you doing?” Ulric’s voice boomed in the cockpit. Glancing at his watch, he smirked. Twenty-two minutes had passed since his conversation with Al. “I’m headed to Sa-Ro Five,” Savage replied as the cruiser stabilized. A computerized voice announced, “Warp level five achieved.” “We have a contingency crew headed out on the morrow. What’s the hurry, the damage is done?” The damage is done. The damage was to his wife, his aunt and who knew how many other innocent people. Savage closed his eyes. He couldn’t blame Ulric for his attitude. The hunter lifestyle had a way of making you jaded. Until he’d heard the name Sa-Ro Five, he’d been willing to walk away too. It was someone else’s problem. Except this time, it was his. Sa-Ro Five specialized in agriculture, not minerals or defense. Hours counted when people were suffering. Alaya in the hands of pirates! His blood ran cold. If they had harmed her, they would all die. “It’s personal.” “Personal?” Savage could hear papers rustling and he knew Ulric was looking through his file. “You have a vendetta with the Algera?” “I do now,” Savage replied. “Hold on,” Ulric barked. Savage could here someone speaking in the background but he couldn’t make out what was said. “What? What do you mean, Calliope’s Hope pulled out? Who runs this fucking place?” Ulric huffed. “Savage, I assume you’re behind 511 and Al loading up a transport with droids and enough weaponry to create a black hole.” 17

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Savage chuckled. Those upgrades had certainly changed the usually obedient droid. “What is so important on Sa-Ro Five?” Ulric demanded. “The bounty is no better than usual.” “My wife,” Savage replied. It was the first time he’d said the words aloud in a long time. They sounded good. The line was silent as Ulric digested his words. “You are married?” “Yes.” “Fuck! Radio me when you get there.” Savage could hear the surrender in Ulric’s voice. “Keep your comm-tab on. We don’t know what we’re dealing with. Try not to have unnecessary casualties and tell Al, I’m yanking his circuits when he returns.” Ulric clicked off. Flashes of light streamed by as Savage set his course and engaged guidance control. The silence closed in on him. Ordinarily, he preferred his own company, but just now, his thoughts were loud and riotous. He couldn’t stand the turmoil a moment longer. Clicking the radio to channel five he spoke, “Al?” “Yes.” Savage had known he’d be there. “You are one crazy droid.” “I told you my fate matters little.” “Ulric’s threatening your circuits.” “My circuits are replaceable. Alaya is not. Remember, I was on assignment with you when you rescued her.” “When we rescued her, you mean. Yeah, I remember.” Three years last week he’d stopped on Earth-Orbiter to visit his mother only to find her in tears. Her neighbor, Mrs. Grisby had married an Earthman a few years back. Savage had no liking of Hortel. The drunken lout did little to provide for his wife or her children. Savage didn’t make a habit of interfering in other people’s lives but that time he’d had no choice. Hortel had

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taken his oldest stepdaughter, Alaya, with him to Earth and intended to sell her at a slave auction. Savage couldn’t allow that to happen. He could not abide slavery and he wouldn’t allow anyone to harm Alaya. The slave auction had been underway when Savage and 110 arrived…

~~~~~ Women and men of all ages were on display around the perimeter of the room. Some were caged and others chained in various stages of undress. The room was sweltering. The audience was a mass of sweating bodies—mostly male. Their ribald laughter sickening as their eyes fondled the half-dressed slaves. The crowd parted for Savage and 110 as they marched through the room. Savage’s eyes scanned but didn’t linger as he looked for the innocent Alaya. He hadn’t seen her in nearly a year but without a doubt, he would recognize her. She had been nine to his fourteen when he’d moved to Earth-Orbiter and she’d instantly latched on to him. She’d been a pest but a cute, cuddly pest whom he’d begrudgingly tolerated. She had been his only true friend on the Orbiter and when he’d left, he’d missed her. Over the years he’d returned often to visit and he’d witnessed her growth into a young woman. The last visit had been awkward. Her womanly form had disturbed him. She’d greeted him as she had many times before, launching herself into his arms as he swung her around. After he had settled her on her feet, she’d hugged his neck and kissed his cheek. His body had responded instantly. Fierce need had slammed him hard. He’d had to shut his eyes and gritted his teeth to stem his reaction. He wouldn’t allow her to see his mutation. He’d had to cut the visit short or he would have exposed his feral mutation to his one friend and that had been something he couldn’t bear. She had never looked at him as if he was an animal and he never wanted her to. A scream pierced the air and his head pivoted. He knew that voice. Shoving his way through the crowd, his feet froze to the ground at the sight before him. Alaya lay stretched upon a makeshift table, her blouse ripped open to show off her full breasts. Her skirt rode over her hips, displaying her red-gold curls as two males held her legs 19

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open. A Lehrune warrior lowered his head, his long tongue dipping toward her spread thighs. “Taste her, tongue-fuck her,” a male voice shouted. Savage’s energy whip tangled around the Lehrune warrior’s throat before he even realized he’d flipped it. “Touch her and die,” Savage growled as he felt the mutation shift within him. “Dean,” Alaya sobbed. It saddened him to see her like that. It saddened him more that she had to see him in his feral form. Since he was only half Rabian, he did not take the full shape of a Rabid Beast but his fangs and claws extended as his eyes turned black. The short hair on his head and along the length of his spine stood on end as he growled. If they didn’t back off he wouldn’t hesitate to kill them. “Savage, you have no place in this. She is mine to sell,” Alaya’s stepfather, Hortel, cried from his position at the head of the table. Savage allowed a surge of energy through the whip and the warrior twitched as he reeled him away from Alaya. “Release her,” he snarled at the other men. If his condition didn’t influence the men, 110’s lasers trained on their heads would. “Cover yourself,” Savage told Alaya without looking at her. He couldn’t look at her that way and he didn’t want her to see any more of his feral side than she already had. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her slide from the table, holding her blouse closed. “You can’t take her, Savage,” Hortel yelled. “I’ll call security.” Reaching into his belt, Savage pulled out a Derium Crystal and flipped it onto the table. It was worth ten times what any of these men would pay for her but not nearly what she was worth. “Consider her bought.” With a flick of his wrist, the whip released and the warrior on the floor gasped for breath. “Take a good look at him, Alaya. You thought these men were animals. See what happens when he gets angry. Piss him off and he’ll mutate and fuck you like the bitch

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you are.” Hortel ranted. “But you probably already know that. I bet he’s had more than a taste of you.” “One more word and I’ll kill you,” Savage hissed as his fangs extended farther. He could feel the venom rising. What he wouldn’t give to sink his fangs into Hortel’s throat. “Does the truth hurt?” With a flick of the wrist, Savage’s whip sliced the flesh wide open across Hortel’s face from his eye to his chin. Ear-piercing screams filled the air as blood squirted from between Hortel’s fingers. “You’ll never sucker another woman with that face.” The crowd gave them a wide berth as they exited…

~~~~~ “Alaya is a strong female and she will survive this.” The droid’s voice pulled him from his memories. “She is strong,” Savage agreed. He felt certain that Alaya lived. The pirates wouldn’t want to kill her. No, they’d have other uses for a young, beautiful woman. The thought tore at his gut. At the auction, she’d learned a harsh lesson about men but her innocence had remained. As far as he knew, she was still innocent, or had been. Rape was an ugly word. The rape of an innocent was even worse. Her first experience should not be at the hands of pirates. Her innocence belonged to her husband—belonged to him. He shouldn’t have waited so long to go back for her. Alaya might never recover. A harsh laugh escaped his lips. He might never recover if he lost Alaya. She had haunted his dreams since she had come of age. The last few years had been worse. Pain lacerated his chest as he struggled to swallow around the lump in his throat. He gasped a rattling breath and scrubbed his face with both hands. He had never shed a tear, not once that he could remember. Not even at age fourteen as he’d slashed his father’s throat for selling his mother’s body for drinking money. 21

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“Savage if you intend to go in undetected, it is time to engage stealth mode. If you are going in hot we are zero-thirty behind you.” Al’s voice pulled him from his stupor. “I’m engaging stealth and scanning the planet as we speak. The data I have indicates there should be approximately forty inhabitants at the Farm Op Four agricamp. There is no data on the number of pirates to expect.” Easing the control back, he throttled low. Sa-Ro Five filled his forward porthole as he engaged a full sensor probe. Data filed onto his screen as Savage swooped in low over the encampment. All activity appeared to be in one area. Two fighter pods and a hauler sat approximately two clicks from the site. The hauler and pods allowed for upward of thirty pirates. The dig site registered forty-five people, plus four outpost guards. Central quarters of the agri-camp site registered fourteen inhabitants. He switched to thermal scan and his blood ran cold. The females were in the building. Four of them, along with eight males. The males were availing themselves of the females’ bodies. In the corner of one room were two infants. His rage knew no bounds. The pirates raped the mothers as their infants lay close-by. As rage engulfed him, his claws extended around the control shaft. A dark, feral growl erupted from his throat. At least Alaya lived. The pirates soon would not. Swinging the Viper wide, Savage looked for a place to land. The distant hills would have to provide cover for his craft. Nearing a high-banked rock formation, his scanner picked up seven more inhabitants. Swooping as low as he dared, he spotted a small camp. From the looks of it, a few of the inhabitants had managed to escape. Savage’s heart thumped rapidly at the possibility. He would check this site out first but it wasn’t likely he would find Alaya or his aunt there. The pirates would have come after an escaping female. Powering down, he engaged hover mode above a grassy field. An external scan read no humanoid movement. With stealth engaged, his engines buzzed with a near silent hiss. A jolt rocked the Viper and, with a stir of pollen, it came to rest in a grassy

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field. Leaving the stealth activated, Savage sent up a coded beacon to Al. Calliope’s Hope would track him and there was plenty of maneuvering room for the larger craft to land. With a few keystrokes, he sent a scrambled message to Ulric but didn’t wait for a reply. If Alaya was hurt, they would all meet a painful death. Switching the comm-tab behind his ear to silent, he grabbed his pack. The metalgrated floor groaned under his heavy footsteps. Releasing the airlock, Savage opened the hatch. To anyone watching, it would seem he appeared out of thin air. Sealing the hatch by remote, Savage hiked quickly to the tree line. In Rabid form, he scaled the rocky incline. Engaging his portable scan, he didn’t slow his pace. The seven campers were just ahead. Crawling up a rock formation, Savage withdrew his binoculars and scanned the camp. Just as he thought—they weren’t pirates but farmers. He counted six men and one boy. His heart sank but he had to keep his focus. Alaya’s life depended on him. With a deep calming breath, he forced his Rabid traits to recede. Scaring the farmers would serve no purpose. Throwing his leg over the ledge, he slid down the rocky terrain on his heels. Holding up his hands, he announced, “Do not fear, I’m a friend.” He hadn’t come to a complete stop when the boy launched himself at him. Extending his arm to hold the boy at bay, he dislodged the duster hat and riotous curls fell around his hand. “Alaya,” he gasped as she slammed into his chest. He expelled a heavy breath as his body jerked in sudden reaction. “Dean, I told them you would come. I knew you would save us.” The portable scanner slipped from his fingers and shattered as it hit the rocky terrain but Savage gave it no consideration. His arms, his eyes, were full of Alaya, his wife. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her into the air. Something in his chest shifted as their bodies brushed. He inhaled her scent. The smell of roses still clung to her—or maybe it was him. Regardless, the effect upon him was predictable and he felt his hair bristle with arousal.

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“You’re safe,” he gasped. His hands followed his line of vision as they trailed her cheek and neck. The tips of his fingers brushed the swell of a breast before circling her waist. Gritting his teeth, he fought to contain his feral side. A low growl escaped his lips as he tucked her into his frame. His gaze flickered to the interested eyes observing them. Tilting her chin up, he sank into her gleaming gaze. “Aunt Leah?” Alaya batted her misty green eyes, shaking her head. “She didn’t make it.” “The pirates have her?” His aunt, only ten years his senior, was an attractive woman. The thought of the pirates abusing her and the other women didn’t sit well with him. “You didn’t get the message I sent?” Savage shook his head. “What message?” “Aunt Leah died two weeks ago. I thought you’d come for the service,” the words held an edge of accusation. Guilt settled heavily on his shoulders. “I didn’t know. I was on assignment for the last month. I returned to Devil’s Pit just hours ago. I didn’t have time to check my messages. When I heard Sa-Ro Five was under attack…” His words trailed off. “I’m sorry. I would have come if I had known.” Alaya’s eyes shimmered as he brushed his hand across her cheek. His flesh appeared dark against her pale skin. “I should have been here for her and for you. What happened?” “She was ill. She didn’t want anyone to know.” Alaya chewed her bottom lip. “We’ll talk later.” Shaking her head, she grasped his hand in a firm grip and tugged him toward the curious men. “This is Dean Savage, Leah’s nephew. He’s the hunter I told you about.” The words “he’s my husband” were mysteriously missing. Savage resisted the urge to announce it to the group. The young male Alaya had been sitting next to smiled her way. “We never doubted you, Allie,” he said, reaching for her other hand.

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Allie! Savage’s dark brow shot upward. Wrapping an arm around Alaya’s waist, he pulled her to his side. “We need to talk.”

Alaya followed Dean from their mini-camp. Stopping in front of her, he pivoted. “Thank god you’re okay,” he gasped roughly. Hungrily she drank in the sight of him. A wide, sexy mouth and copper skin covered a face so familiar and so missed. Big and broad-shouldered, he towered over her. His formidable presence would have scared most but she smiled at the big male she would trust with her life. His blue eyes glittered as they watched her in an unfamiliar way. His gaze clouded. She knew he was upset to hear of his aunt’s death. She squirmed under his darkening gaze. It reminded her of another time. She knew he was sensitive about his feral side so she never mentioned it. She’d always known what he was and didn’t love him any less for it. In fact, his very difference forged their bond. If he had been like the other boys growing up, he wouldn’t have needed her or accepted her. His hand brushed her cheek. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you in the hands of pirates.” “I’m fine. I’d taken a walk to collect berries when they came. I heard the engines…” She shuddered as she remembered. “Then the screams and I hid. Eventually, I found the others.” His hand cupped the side of her face and his thumb lingered on her lower lip. “I was so afraid of what I’d find. You’re so innocent.” Her heart pounded at his touch but his words made her want to stomp her foot. She wasn’t a helpless girl. She was a woman and it was about time he saw her that way. “I’m not the same girl you left behind. I’m a woman now.” His dark brows rose and his eyes narrowed intently on her face.

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“A woman.” His hand skimmed her throat, settling over the heavily beating pulse at the base of her neck. His calloused thumb stroked lightly. She shivered and licked her dry lips as his fingers dipped under the collar of her shirt. “You certainly look like a woman.” “Dean…” “Shh.” His head lowered and his lips caressed her throat. “Mmm, you taste like a woman.” She moaned closing her eyes. “Dean, I’ve missed you.” He growled as his lips moved urgently to cover hers. He took her mouth with a hungry kiss and her heart pounded. His tongue penetrated the barrier of her lips and she met it with her own. She was hungry for the taste and feel of him. It had been so long. Her hands grasped at his broad shoulders as heat engulfed her. She whimpered into his mouth as her breasts flattened against his solid chest. A shiver of awareness shot straight to her clit and her panties dampened with need.

With a feral growl, he pulled away. “Damn it. Now is not the time.” Closing his eyes, he struggled to gain control. He didn’t want to scare her again. “I’m sorry.” A hand rose to her swollen lips and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Fuck! The last thing she needed was him groping her like an animal in heat. Sighing heavily, he turned away. “We’d better get back to camp.” Impatiently he stomped off, expecting her to follow. Slowing as he approached the farmers, he turned to her again. “A transport filled with droids will be landing shortly. From my best estimate, there are nearly thirty pirates. Four are perimeter guards, the majority of the others are at the dig site and a few are at the camp.” Savage’s eyes flickered away. He wasn’t sure if there were husbands or fathers standing in front of him. “Are the captives still alive?” A thin, older man asked.

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“From the data I received, and estimating thirty pirates, I believe everyone to be alive.” “There are thirty-eight of us plus two infants.” The older male replied. Savage nodded. “That would confirm the data I have.” “The women—would they harm the women and babies?” Savage bit his cheek. It would serve no purpose to tell the man the truth at this point. “I don’t know. I registered the two infants. How many females are there?” “Four.” Savage nodded. That meant they were all still alive. “But since Alaya’s here, there’s only three captive females.” Revulsion left a bitter taste in Savage’s mouth. He chewed the inside of his lip as he contemplated the words. He’d counted four, of that he was positive. He had assumed the four were female because the guards were fucking them. His eye twitched slightly as he asked, “Are there any other children?” “No. Simon is the youngest adult. He’s nineteen,” Alaya replied. Savage nodded. It wasn’t necessarily him. It could be any of the men. It wasn’t unusual for pirates to rape captive males. “I need to scout the area. I’d like to go in tonight but we’ll probably have to wait for first light.” “We’re farmer’s, not hunters. Whatever you think is best,” Alaya’s young friend offered. Savage’s upper lip twitched. He didn’t expect any help from him. “Do you remember Al? I mean 110?” he asked Alaya. “I’ll never forget him or his lasers.” She flashed a dimpled grin. “He’ll be coming over that hill shortly. Tell him I’m on recon and to hold his position. He’s had some updates. He’ll look the same but he might seem different. Don’t worry about it.”

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Alaya’s eyes drank in the sight of Dean’s disappearing form. She had missed him so much. It seemed he might have missed her too. Her lips curled into a smile until a thought struck her. Maybe it was just reaction to finding her unharmed or to finding out about his aunt. There had always been an underlying attraction between them. Maybe the kiss meant nothing to him. He’d broken away quickly enough. Alaya’s mind turned to the one time she’d seen him without his tunic. His heavy chest muscles had rippled under his pelt of hair. Her eyes had lowered and… She got giddy just thinking about the way his tight leggings had molded muscles and heavily aroused male. It was a shame his anger had stood between them. It had been obvious, even to her, that he had wanted her but he hadn’t wanted to want her. She shivered. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him and tell him how much she loved him. Somehow, it didn’t seem the time or the place. “Alaya.” She turned toward the voice calling her name. A dozen men marched silently in single file down the hillside. There was no mistaking the leader. “110.” He marched forward and stopped just in front of her. “It is I.” He grinned and hit her playfully on the arm. Alaya stumbled under the blow and nearly lost her footing on the loose shale. She wasn’t sure if it was the blow or the smile that had her off balance. “110?” She furrowed her brow. Dean wasn’t kidding, 110 was different. “Sorry.” A dimple flashed in his cheek as he smiled with boyish charm. “I am happy to find you well. Where is Savage?” “Dean left on recon. He told me to tell you to stay put.” The droid didn’t reply. Instead he turned to face the other droids. Without a word, he lifted his hand and held up one finger, making a circling motion. The droids dispersed in all directions.

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“I think he wanted you all to stay here, 110.” “They will secure the perimeter. And please call me Al.” His hand lifted to rub her arm. “You are well? I am pleased.” Her eyes narrowed on the droid as she spoke. “Dean said you’ve had updates. You seem…” She cocked her head to the side, studying him. Odd was the first word that came to mind. The dimple winked at her again. She blinked. He was also kind of sexy. “Different.” “My circuits and chipboards have been altered in regulation with Zebeth’s law of Nanotechnology as it affects physical science. Theoretically speaking, my function data will generate a variable factor by which error analysis can be—” Al stopped speaking as he observed the look on her face. “Oh.” That made all kinds of sense to her. “Basically, I am the next thing to humanoid.” His green eyes sparkled with life. “You remind me of a pleasure droid.” Alaya slapped her hand to her mouth as the words spilled out. Heat flared on her cheeks as Al’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by that.” Oh lord, she’d probably offended him. That damn dimple winked again. “I do not mind. Although, I do not think Savage would appreciate your acquaintance with a pleasure droid.” “I don’t know one. Not personally. Not like that.” When would she learn to keep her mouth shut? “Allie.” Joseph clutched her elbow as he stopped next to her. “What’s going on?” “This is Al. He works as a bounty hunter with Dean. Al this is Joseph.” “Isn’t he a droid, like the rest of them?” Alaya narrowed her eyes at Joseph. His immaturity was never more apparent. “Not really,” she replied. Al reached up and pressed the comm-tab behind his ear. She heard a series of beeps as he turned his back and stepped away.

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“You certainly have some interesting friends and relatives.” Joseph’s hand slid up her arm, bringing her closer to his chest. “But that’s okay. We can put up with them if they can get rid of the pirates.” “Put up with them?” She shook her arm free of his touch. Joseph put a finger to her lips silencing anything else she might have said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. Come talk to Albert, he’s very worried about his wife.” Alaya shut her eyes and sighed. She was very worried about all the captives. She shivered. It was growing dark and a chill hung heavy in the air. Her gaze darted around. Where was Dean? She hoped he returned soon.

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Chapter Two To Savage, standing within the tree line, the scene seemed like a tender moment between lovers. He growled low in his throat as he fought the mutation that threatened to overtake him. Alaya and her young friend moved to join the rest of the farmers and his darkening gaze followed them. “I think your wife has an admirer.” Al’s lip quirked as Savage glared at him. “She told me I reminded her of a pleasure droid.” “She what?” What the fuck had she been doing for the past three years? He’d left her here to keep her safe. Not so she could experiment with young farmers and pleasure droids. “Did your recon produce any helpful information?” “I think so.” Savage relayed the details of the site, the layout and location of the guards. “It would be best to hit at first light. We need to be able to identify the farmers from the pirates.” “How many pirates are we speaking of?” “I estimate thirty.” “I brought eleven droids with me. I expected a larger force. We could have handled this on our own.” Al’s lip quirked and a dimple appeared in his cheek. “You do look like a fuckin’ pleasure droid,” Savage growled. “I did not know you had knowledge of male pleasure droids.” “Fuck you, Al.” Savage turned and stepped into the clearing. Alaya’s head pivoted as he neared the group. Her face lit up. Full lips curled into a smile as he approached. Her hungry eyes devoured him and he knew no matter what her relationship with Joseph, she still wanted him. This time, he wouldn’t turn her away.

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“Is everything okay?” Alaya asked in a breathy voice. “Yeah.” His gaze ran over the young male she called Joseph and he bristled. “We’ll hit at first light. It’s getting dark—we should all get some rest.” “Are you hungry? We have vegetables, fruits and nuts,” Alaya offered. “I’m not thinking about food right now.” His gaze lowered to the tight fit of her blouse. Reaching into his pack, he pulled out two solar blankets and threw one at Joseph. “It’ll be cold soon.” “I know, we’ve been gathering together at night and using body heat to stay warm.” The thought of Alaya huddled intimately with these men didn’t sit well with him. “You can share that tonight.” “Here Allie, you should have this.” Joseph held out the blanket. With a low chuckle, Savage pulled Alaya into his arms. “She’ll share mine.” Joseph blinked, his gaze traveling from Savage to Alaya as he shifted nervously from one foot to the other. “I know you’re a bounty hunter but Alaya doesn’t have to pay your fees with her body.” Growling, Savage’s eyes flashed in territorial warning. Settling Alaya’s backside against his groin, he splayed his hand across her stomach. His thumb brushed the underside of a breast. Alaya shivered. His hand rose to stop just under her left breast. He could feel her heartbeat increase. “Alaya is my wife and she will share my bed.” Pleasure rolled through him at the look of surprise and annoyance on the younger man’s face. “I…she never mentioned she had a husband.” “Didn’t she?” Savage purred and nuzzled the side of her head with his lips. “I never said she was an obedient wife.” “Dean!”

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“Come along, wife. It’s been a long time.” He shoved her toward an outcrop of rock. On the other side of the rocks, he’d prepared a bed of sponge moss. Savage snapped the blanket open and spread it over the makeshift bedding. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing,” Alaya huffed. “I’m preparing for bed.” “Yes. Well…fine but you made it look like—” “I made it look like I wanted time alone with my wife, even if she doesn’t acknowledge my existence.” “I don’t acknowledge you? You left me here for three years without so much as a kiss goodbye.” Her eyes flashed fire. Damn, she was even sexier when she was angry. “At the time, I thought you were glad to see the back of me. I seem to remember you screaming in fear at the thought of my touch. It doesn’t seem Joseph’s touch has the same effect,” Savage whispered as he pivoted her closer with a hand at her elbow. “What? I didn’t scream because you touched me. I screamed because you were furious. You didn’t want me. You wanted to punish me for having to buy me and marry me.” “Who told you that?” Their eyes met and he could no longer hold off the mutation. Desire racked his body and darkness began to seep into his gaze. Lord, he was going to scare her again. “You did, when your eyes turned black with rage.” Savage’s growl turned to a low chuckle. He pulled her close, knowing she did not have his night vision and allowed her to see his darkened eyes in the waning light. “My eyes turn black when I’m mad.” He shifted his hips against her, letting her feel his thickening cock. “Or when I’m aroused.” “You mean…” “I was aroused then and I’m aroused now.” He began flicking open the buttons on her shirt. “The only difference is you were a nervous virgin three years ago.”

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“D-Dean,” she stuttered licking her lips apprehensively. “I won’t hurt you. I know I might look scary but I’d never harm you. I can’t stop the mutation. The extending fangs and nails are a natural part of my arousal but I won’t shift fully. I’m a mixed breed.” “Dean, I’m not afraid of you but I need to explain—” “I don’t want to hear it.” His eyes devoured her flesh as he exposed it. She might have been too young three years ago but she wasn’t now. “I’m not…” “Shh, I know. You’re a woman now, it doesn’t matter.” His hand smoothed up and down her chilled arms and she shivered. It was a pleasure to touch her. It had been so long. “It’s partly my fault. I should have known better.” He hated the thought of another man touching her but he couldn’t put all the blame on her. She trembled as he opened her blouse all the way. Her full breasts were unbound and tight tipped. His slightly extended nails flicked a nipple. “You don’t fear me? Not at all?” “No.” Her watchful eyes widened and slowly lowered. Nothing had changed. She still wanted him and her dreamy eyes told the tale. Dropping his utility belt to the ground, he yanked his tunic over his head. His hair stood on end. “Take your clothes off, baby.” “Dean, someone might see.” Her hands rose, trying to contain her abundant breasts. “No one will get near us. The droids are on duty,” he promised impatiently. He couldn’t wait any longer. Her eyes widened. “Are they watching us?” “These droids are soldiers, not pleasure droids. They aren’t interested in sex.” Shaking hands lowered to the snap on her pants. “What about…?” She nodded in the direction of the camp. “No one will get by 511. He is on the other side of that rock.”

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“Oh god, will they hear us?” Grabbing her hips, he pulled her close and lifted her against his thickening shaft. The warm, musky scent of arousal filled his head. “In five minutes, you won’t care if the whole camp is watching and listening.” He certainly didn’t care if they heard. It was time he staked his claim on his wife. She belonged to him and he wanted them all to know it. After tonight, no other man would ever satisfy her.

“Dean,” Alaya cried out as her breasts brushed against his hot, firm flesh. A jolt of pure energy fired toward the throb in her clit and her pussy gushed. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her hands found the soft tufts of hair that followed his spine. “Alaya, you shouldn’t…” He shuddered under her touch. “You shouldn’t touch me there. Not now, not yet.” Opening the rest of the snaps on her pants, he tugged them over her hips. “I need you.” Wrapping a hand in her hair, he lifted her head, finding her lips with his. As his hungry mouth covered hers, he nipped her bottom lip. “Let me in, baby.” His tongue brushed her teeth before invading her mouth. Gasping, she accepted his ardor, meeting it with innocent enthusiasm. Clawing at his muscled upper arms, she pressed tightly to him. Overwhelming sensations racked her body and she moaned. Dropping to his knees, he lowered her to the blanket. She shivered as he knelt over her. His black eyes blazed in a face stark with hunger. “Are you cold? I’ll warm you.” His lips trailed down her throat to her aching breasts. “Oh my god.” She grasped his short spiky hair as he suckled her nipple. He nipped and tugged the peak before rolling it between tongue and teeth. She tingled from head to toe. Her limited experience had all been with him and she was out of her depth. With a husky chuckle, he levered away, removing her boots and socks before tugging her pants the rest of the way off. A shudder rocked her body as she lay naked

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and vulnerable under his dark, penetrating stare. Kneeling between her thighs, he raised her to a sitting position. “Unlace me, baby.” Swallowing deeply, her eyes lowered. A thick swath of hair covered corded muscles and led down past his bellybutton disappearing into his tight leggings. A leather tie strained to hold the bulging material together. Nervous fingers shook as she reached out. One yank and the tie came loose. The leather strap gave under the pressure of his arousal and slid quickly through the eyelets. “Dean,” she gasped as he began sliding the leggings down his hips. Her eyes widened as the broad root of his cock became visible. “Oh lord.” It was so thick. More and more of his shaft came into view as the leggings slid down his thighs. Finally, the tip of his cock popped free and the turgid flesh stretched toward her bowing under its own weight. Alaya blinked, gulping as she stared at the massive erection. Licking her lips, she contemplated his size. “Lord help me,” she muttered. Cupping the back of her head, his shifted his hips forward. “Oh…” The wide, blunt tip brushed her lips. “Alaya,” he groaned. “Open up, baby. Lick me, suck me.” As she parted her lips, he slid over her teeth and tongue. Filling her mouth as her lips stretched wide to accept him. “Fuck, yeah!” His hips pumped slowly. Swallowing, she tasted his rich, heady flavor. With a moan, she grasped his thick length, caressing the firm, ridged flesh that wouldn’t fit into her mouth. Her tongue swirled and her fingers stroked. God, she wanted to devour him. Pulling back on her hair, he slowly slid from her mouth until just the tip rested against her lips. “My wife.” His thumb brushed her cheek. “I want you.” Groaning, she swiped his cock head with her tongue. “Not yet, baby.” He pulled away, tugging off his boots and leggings before lowering her to the blanket. He grasped her bent knees, spreading her thighs. “Did you ask me if I was hungry? I’m ready to eat.” His dark gaze drilled her open pussy before 36

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“Dean, please. I want you. I want your cock. Fuck me, Dean. Fuck me,” she yelled. “That’s right! Let them know that I’m fucking you and you’re coming apart beneath me.” Her head tossed from side to side. “I don’t care. I don’t care if the whole universe knows.” With a feral snarl, he blanketed her body. His lips meshed with hers and his tongue thrust deep. Gasping, she suckled his tongue as her fingers stroked his short, silky hair. Growling, he shifted dragging his chest against the pointed tips of her breasts. “Help me,” she pleaded as he roared in her ears.

Shifting to his knees, his claw-tipped fingers carefully parted her folds. “You’re so hot and wet.” Slick cream coated his fingers as he probed her cunt. “You’re tight.” Slowly, he worked a finger in and out. “Fuck.” He’d expected less resistance. She moved restlessly. “Dean. Please, I want you.” “You’re tighter than I expected. I’m Rabian.” He shifted his thick arousal against her to emphasize his point. “I need to prepare you.” Inserting another finger, he parted her flesh and pressed deep. Her cream coated his fingers as he stretched her tight sheath. She was too tight. It didn’t seem possible. “Alaya,” he groaned. “Have you had a man?” Her head tossed, her green eyes glimmering. “No. You refused me, remember.” A shudder rocked his frame. “Baby.” He hesitated. He shouldn’t do this. Not like this. He’d thought she had experience. His fingers slipped from her virgin canal. He couldn’t take her virginity on the ground. She must think he was little more than an animal. “Don’t stop. Please Dean, make love to me. Make me your wife,” she sobbed, just as she had once before.

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Heat tore through him and his cock ached to have her. Her shimmering eyes pleaded. His gaze swept her pale flesh. She was a virgin—his virgin. She was tight but hungry. She wanted him. The proof still coated his fingers. His demanding cock throbbed painfully. Against his better judgment, he speared her virgin flesh with two fingers, thrusting deep. “You need to relax.” She nodded gasping for breath. With a scissoring motion, he stretched her tight sheath. “There’ll be some pain.” “I’m ready.” Her hips arched under his hand. “Make me yours.” “Alaya,” he roared as he moved between her thighs. “I’ll be as gentle as I can. Relax, baby. Relax and take me.” The tip of his cock pressed against her wet core. “Open for me.” He leaned in and her eyes widened. “It’s okay.” He pushed into her. Lowering his gaze, he watched her virgin flesh part for his cock. Gritting his teeth, he pressed forward and her cunt swallowed another increment. “Dean.” “It’s so good. So beautiful.” He rocked his hips. “You’re taking me.” The sight nearly unmanned him. Her pale, virgin flesh opened for his cock. A whimper escaped her lips and his eyes flashed to meet hers. “Love me,” she cried. Shutting his eyes, he growled and surged forward, butting up against the proof of her innocence. Grasping her hips, he slid back and then forward. “Mine,” he whispered as he tilted her hips and thrust deep. A strangled gasp escaped her lips as her body stiffened, rejecting his possession. “Relax…the worst is over,” he promised as he fought to control his feral lust. Easing back, he slowly pressed forward and her tight flesh parted, accepting him deep within her body. “Oh god,” she cried. Her eyes were wide and her hands gripped his shoulders. He should hate himself for what he was doing.

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Her body pulsed and suckled his cock in her tight, wet heat. “Mine.” He rotated his hips, surging forward. Finding her clit, he rasped the burgeoning nub with his thumb. “You’re mine now.” He lowered his eyes. Her pink folds glistened with cream as they swallowed his cock. Her hips bucked. “Dean,” she gasped, her heavy-lidded gaze meeting his. “I need you.” She shifted, grasping his forearms. “Are you ready?” Nodding, she reached out for him. “Please. I can’t… It feels…” “It feels heavenly,” he finished for her. Bringing her legs up, he leaned forward. Her soft touch ran along his shoulders until her fingers grasped his hair. “Alaya,” he cried. His hips bucked hard and deep. “Touch me. Stroke my hair.” “Now please. Now!” Her fingers burrowed into his hair as she gasped. Her inner muscles tightened, pulsing around his shaft. “Oh god.” “Come for me. Come Alaya,” he called out, his voice hoarse and raspy with desire. She bucked, forcing more of his cock into her tight canal. Her eyes rolled backward as her inner muscles contorted viciously around his shaft. “My wife,” he howled. His hips pumped and he roared in ecstasy as his release filled her virgin canal. Gasping for breath, he lowered his head to nuzzle her heaving breasts. Latching onto a nipple, he suckled the peaked tip. Quivering beneath him, she absently stroked his hair. A shiver of desire ebbed along his spine, filling his sac. Someday he would have to tell her what touching his hair did to him. Gathering her breast in his hand, he suckled her nipple deeper into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue. Moaning, her nails raked through the hair, along his spine, sealing her fate.

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With a feral growl, he nipped her breast before raising his head. Meshing their lips, he kissed her deeply and she responded. Her tongue mated with his. His cock still buried deep inside her, throbbed. Her firm, wet canal pulsed around him. Shifting slowly, he feared causing her pain. “You’re so tight but it’s been three years. Three years that I waited for you.” He groaned. “I’ve been here…waiting.” Her eyes closed as her lips parted in a shuddering breath. “The waiting is over.” He didn’t know where they’d go or how she’d fit into his life as a hunter but she was his now. Arching under her hands, he slid back and forth in her tight heat. His thumb rasped her clit, bringing her close to another climax. “Dean, please.” Her legs circled his waist, pulling him deeper, but still he held back. She wasn’t ready to accept all of him. Her thighs quivered as her inner muscles clenched around him, milking his shaft. Buffeting her clit in a firm, quick rhythm brought a cry to her lips. Her eyes widened as she gasped and came apart around him. Gritting his teeth, he willed himself not to erupt as her sweet heat contracted against his tortured flesh. As the aftershocks subsided, he plunged deeper, parting more of her tight flesh. “My god. I can’t,” she cried. Growling, he nibbled her neck, her ear. “You can. Your body will expand to take me.” Palming her ass, he held her in a firm grip as he pumped his hips, filling her, stretching her. Gasping she arched and he plunged deep. He was nearly there. Soon, she would be taking all of him. “Relax, baby. Let me in.” Roaring, he fired his hips in rapid thrusts filling her as no man ever had or ever would. Her fingers clenched in his hair, nearly driving him insane as her wet inner muscles spasmodically milked his cock. She fell over the edge into bliss and her heated release sparked his as he plunged fiercely. Deeper, harder, faster he thrust as she cried out in 41

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A laugh of relief and release escaped her lips as she caressed her husband’s damp back. Her husband! “Oh my, I never knew.” She giggled. Grinning, Dean rolled to his side and his long shaft pulled free of her. “If I’d known, I would have followed you to Devil’s Hole,” she purred. “Devil’s Pit, and if you had followed me to that hellhole, I’d have blistered your ass.” He swatted her bottom playfully. “And then fucked it,” she suggested. His hands cupped her bottom. “Oh yeah. I’d have spread these tight cheeks and pierced your asshole.” “Dean! I didn’t mean my…” Oh, lord. He was a beast. “I did.” His fingers dipped between her cheeks to brush the tightly puckered hole. Bending his head forward, his tongue flattened on her nipple, dragging against the sensitive flesh. She moaned as a thick finger probed at the virgin hole. “Dean.” The tip of one finger pierced her anus. Flinching, she tightened the puckered hole. “Oh god. What are you doing?” Alaya gasped at the foreign sensation. His other hand slid into her tender, wet folds. Moaning, she reached for his hand. “I’m a little sore.” “That’s okay.” His cream coated finger slid back a bit. “Relax, it’s just my finger.” Rimming her hole, he penetrated her sphincter. Her breath hitched as he parted her ass. “How does it feel?” 42

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Savage’s balls screamed in agony as she erupted around his hand. He wanted to mount her again but she wasn’t ready and he refused to hurt her. She was his to pleasure, his to fuck. He would teach her slowly all the ways of pleasure. He would give her no reason to fear his possession or his cock. Dipping his head, he licked her cream. Parting her folds, he lapped her juices. “You’re sweet…tasty,” he muttered against her hot, quivering flesh. Her taste fired his blood. He could feast on her forever. “Dean?” “I’m hungry, baby. I’ve starved for three years. Let me eat. Satisfy me.” Her sweetness made him hungrier and he dipped his tongue into her cunt, licking her inner walls. “So beautiful.” Her swollen folds gleamed with their release and he ached to fill her but he wouldn’t. “My god, Dean. I can’t take any more.” “Come for me once more. Come in my mouth and let me devour your sweet cream.” His tongue dipped into her pussy as he inserted another finger up her ass. She was stretched tight and full. Her head tossed as his tongue thrust in and out of her canal. Her hips jerked in reaction when his tongue grazed an ultrasensitive spot. Feeling her response, he growled and his tongue repeatedly worked the area. “Dean,” she screamed as her body contorted once again in tortured bliss. Gradually, she settled under his lapping tongue. Rolling to his side, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. Gasping for breath, he waited for the ache in his body to subside. He wouldn’t take her again—it would cause her pain. “Dean.” Her hand glided down his chest, across his abs and he shuddered. “You’re still hungry.” She stroked his shaft. “I’ll be all right. I don’t want to hurt you.”

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Inquisitive fingers traced his length and he hissed between his teeth. “I can make it better.” She shifted down his body. Licking her full lips, her tongue snaked out, lapping his length. Grasping her head, he shouted, “God, yes. Suck me.” His breath shuddered. “Make me come.” Her pink tongue circled his cock head as her fingers glided along his length. Extending her tongue, she laved his shaft before parting her lips over the tip. Lord, she was hot. “Take me in,” Savage called out as her mouth stretched wide. Her tongue flattened along his sensitive underside as she took him deep. Pulling back, her teeth raked his heated flesh. “You’re killing me.” Her misty gaze lifted to his as she circled his cock head, her tongue dipping into his slit. “Mmm, tasty.” A smile curled her lips as she flicked his tip, gathering and trailing pre-cum. Holding his gaze, she cradled his sac and gently rolled his nuts in her hand. “Are you going to come for me?” She lowered her head, tonguing his sac. “Fuck, yeah,” he howled. “Damn. You’re going to make me come.” He shuddered trying to make it last. Her eyes flared as she suckled a nut into her mouth and he roared as his sac tightened. Licking her lips, she lowered her mouth over him and took him deeply into her throat. Wrapping a hand around his shaft, she stroked as her mouth bobbed up and down his cock. He guided her with his hand as her mouth laved his turgid flesh. Sweeping her hair up with his other hand, he watched as her mouth swallowed his length, increasingly taking more. She couldn’t take all of him but she took enough. Enough to make his balls scream with need. Closing his eyes, he rode a wave of desire. Heat surged as his climax built and with a cry of surrender, he exploded in her mouth. Feeding her his cum in hot, fast spurts of bliss. He groaned as his body quaked with mind-numbing release. Lifting her head, she licked her lips. “Delicious. I could get used to that.” “Oh, you will baby.” 45

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Sated, he relaxed with her nestled in his arms. Finally, she was his. Their joining had been more than he’d ever dreamed it could be and now he would never let her go. He wanted the universe to know she was his wife. He couldn’t help the satisfied curl of his lip as he thought of Joseph lying on the other side of the rocks. Joseph couldn’t have helped but hear her singing out in release…repeatedly. He knew it would have killed him to listen to her come for another man. Right now, Joseph was probably furious but it was best that he knew that Alaya would never be his.

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Chapter Three Closed eyes disguised Savage’s alert status. A multitude of snores came from the nearby camp but didn’t cloak the crackle of a leaf under a misplaced foot or the almost imperceptible squeak of leather shoes. “When did you hear me?” Al asked as he stopped a meter from where Savage lounged. “When you stood up. In my business, you sleep with one eye open,” Savage whispered, not wanting to disturb Alaya. “I thought you might be exhausted.” Wry humor laced the words. A low chuckle escaped Savage’s lips. “I could do that for days.” The droid’s mouth quirked. “I am sure everyone appreciates the fact that you allowed us a few hours of undisturbed rest.” Standing up, Savage reached for his discarded leggings. The damn things could probably stand up on their own but he hadn’t wasted time changing before leaving Viper. Alaya mumbled in her sleep as her hand reached out for his warmth. Grasping the other end of the blanket, he wrapped it around her. “Are we taking the farmers in with us?” Savage quirked a brow. “That would be a liability.” His flaccid cock was stuck to his leg and he had to adjust it to fit comfortably in his leggings. Less than twenty-four hours ago, he’d stood under a hot shower. Now he was less than clean but he was sated. His body was sated in a way it had never been. “They would be a hindrance. Should we leave A.L. 2350 as guard?” Al asked. “Leave two guards.” He wasn’t taking any chances with Alaya’s safety. His wife was his first priority.

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Al nodded and reached for his comm-tab, tapping twice. “We will await you in main camp.” Al turned and walked away. Donning his tunic, Savage strapped on his utility belt. Checking the charge on his laser, he clicked it into place. Squatting, he brushed Alaya’s cheek. “Wake up, beautiful.” “Hmm.” She snuggled deeper into the blanket. “Wake up. I need you to get dressed.” He shook her shoulder. Peeking from beneath her long lashes, she watched him. “I thought you liked me naked.” “I do, but I’m not leaving you in camp without your clothes on.” “It’s still dark. What time is it?” She sat up and the blanket fell to her waist. Savage swallowed deeply. Damn, she was beautiful. “I don’t know the time but we have about sixty until the sun creeps over the hillside. Before then, we need to be in place.” “What do you want me to do?” That was a loaded question if he’d ever heard one. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to peruse it. Savage bit his lip while considering his options. He could leave her in camp with two guards or he could put her on Viper and have one of the droids fly her out of here. That would be his first choice. “I want you to leave.” “What? Leave?” “I want you to get on my ship and get out of here. Al can take you.” He had personally trained Al as a pilot. He knew he could trust him to get her out of here. “I can’t leave and certainly not with Al. You need him.” She threw off the covers. He had to turn his head to keep his wits about him. “I’ll be fine.” “I’ll stay here and see for myself.”

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Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her stuff her arm into her sleeve. Savage cleared his throat. He wasn’t used to caring about anyone. “I don’t want you hurt.” “I can use a laser.” “You stay in camp. I don’t have time to argue. Get dressed. I move out in ten.” He hoped he wasn’t making a mistake he would regret the rest of his life. Unerringly, his gaze returned to her. Wiggling her ass, she pulled the pants over her rounded hips. If he had a little more time he would take her like that, bent over at the waist. He licked his lips, picturing her bent over, holding her ankles as he spread her ass cheeks. She was his. No one else would touch her. A noise from camp reeled his thoughts back. He grabbed her arm as she buttoned her blouse. “If anything goes wrong, you get on one of the ships with whoever comes back and get out of here.” “Dean!” “I’ll be back.” He promised as he held her wavering gaze. For the first time in his life, he had a reason to return. Death was the only thing that would stop him from returning to Alaya. “There is always the possibility of failure. If you don’t believe that you’re doomed.”

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vest before sheathing it. The pirate sprawled with his head to one side, his throat cleanly sliced. Pressing his comm-tab once, Savage raised his hand in a circular motion. 511 joined him as he knelt just two meters from the building. A thermal scan showed six pirates inside. Everyone slept but one horny bastard and a captive. If all went according to plan, he and 511 would take out the six pirates inside. With mission accomplished, he’d notify Al and leave 511 to guard the women while he made his way to the dig site. Entering the building on ground level, they silently crept toward the stairs. The thermal scan identified four adults and two infants in a room to the left of the stairs. The room to the right held six adults. Two were awake and engaged in sexual activity. He assumed one of them to be a pirate and the other a captive. Savage had made it clear before engagement that this was a seek and kill mission. Turning to the right, Savage took the room with six occupants. Male groans accented the rhythmic creak of a bed. Reading the palm scanner, Savage cursed silently. It appeared another pirate had woken up with a stiff cock. “No,” a male voice sounded in the room. “I said suck it, like the bitch you are,” another male replied. Savage hesitated. It would be easier if the pirates were otherwise engaged as he opened the door. He hated it for the captive but most likely, it wasn’t the first cock he’d sucked in the last few days. There was a grunt as a fist contacted skin. “That’s right, open up. You look real good with my cock in your mouth. Suck me good and I’ll fuck your sweet ass some more.” Savage inwardly cringed at the words. “Oh yeah,” a male voice groaned. “I might take you with me when we leave. Keep you as my personal bitch. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Glancing down the hall, Savage nodded to 511 as he opened the door. To his right, a young male knelt on a bed, taking a pirates cock in his mouth. Meeting his gaze, Savage held up his hand to silence him as he swung the door open. Straight ahead, another pirate threw back his head in ecstasy as he fucked a blonde female. It was the last 50

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Simon’s eyes darted nervously as 511 stepped into the room. “There are two females and two infants in the next room. They all live.” Savage suspected from 511’s wording that they hadn’t fared any better than the blonde. “Let’s move her so they are all together.” Savage stepped toward the female and the boy darted out of the room with knife in hand. The droid observed the mutilated bodies but he did not comment. Not even a flicker of his eyes portrayed his thoughts. Savage had grown accustomed to Al’s witty observations and he missed them. Hefting the woman’s slight weight, he headed for the door. Groaning, her head rolled back but her eyes remained closed. This could have been Alaya. His knees weakened as nausea roiled in his stomach. Moving to the next room, he found the expected mutilation. Simon stuffed the knife into a pair of pants he’d quickly donned, then proceeded to gather the pirate’s weapons. Savage narrowed his eyes as he placed the woman on an empty bed. “Simon, you can stay here with 511 to protect the women.” “I’m not a woman and I don’t need your protection. I’m going to the site. I can kill as well as you.” “I can’t watch over you.” Savage felt for the boy but he wanted to make sure he understood that, at the site, he would be on his own. Simon’s chest expanded as he squared his shoulders. “I’m not asking you to protect me. I don’t care if I die as long as I take some of them with me.” Savage nodded. He couldn’t blame the kid. A dark-haired female watched him suspiciously as Savage moved toward the infants. “Don’t hurt them,” she cried. “Is one of them yours?” She shook her head. “No.” “They need nourishment. Can you help 511 take care of them?” Her dark eyes turned to study 511. “You’re going to leave me alone with…”

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“He’s a droid. He won’t hurt you,” Savage replied and she visibly relaxed. She nodded. “There’s food downstairs.” “Help 511, it will be over soon.” Turning to Simon, Savage said, “Let’s go.” Simon scurried ahead and Savage turned back to 511. “Tell Al to give me five and alert everyone of the boy’s status. I don’t want him hurt.” “This way,” Savage told Simon, nodding his head to the right. “That way is quicker.” Simon pointed straight ahead. “In about three minutes their ships are blowing sky-high. You don’t want to be near there. We’ll have to circle around and come in from the west. There are nine droids surrounding the site. I don’t want to pick them up in pieces. It’s expensive to put them back together.” “I know what the pirates look like.” Savage didn’t comment as they silently made their way to the site. Two explosions, so close they rocked the ground, sounded and Savage waited for the third. It didn’t come. It was possible two explosions had erupted as one but he didn’t think so. Improvisation was part of the game. The first pirate darted from a makeshift tent and a laser blast split his chest. Savage’s brow arched. The boy had good aim. The glow of weapons firing lit up the pirates. It was almost too easy. It was like target practice and with precise aim and accuracy, the pirates were mowed down. In a matter of minutes it was over, but the sensation of unease didn’t lift from Savage. “Recon, sweep the area and report civilian casualties and injuries. Exterminate any remaining pirates.” Savage spoke into his comm-tab. Simon jumped over a fallen log disappearing into the dig site with knife in hand. The hairs along Savage’s neck rose as static erupted on the comm-tab followed by a piercing female scream. “Alaya.”

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Mutating, Savage took off for the hills at a run but he knew he would never make it in time. Reaching the bottom of the hill, he heard approaching footsteps. Al was behind him. The other droids stayed at the site awaiting orders but Al had followed. He was now more man than droid. “Is there a body count?” Savage felt sure few pirates had escaped but the number didn’t matter if they had Alaya. A picture of the abused females flashed in his mind. “Twenty-two at the site.” “Six at the main camp plus the guard, make twenty-nine,” Savage huffed, his legs burning with exertion. “I only heard two explosions, what happened?” “One of the pods took off in stealth mode as you entered the housing unit.” “Who was on board?” “I do not know.” Al replied as they crested the hill. Droid parts littered the camp along with the downed bodies of three farmers. The other three farmers and Alaya were not in sight. Crashing in without preparation would be rash, foolish, and possibly deadly. Savage ran down the hill with Al on his heels. Another body sprawled on the far side of a rock outcropping but Savage didn’t pause to check vitals. “Someone is attempting to open Viper,” Al called as he spun in the direction of the ship. “Fuck,” Savage cursed, he’d left Viper’s remote pass with 2350 in case he needed to get Alaya off the ground. Stealth was disengaged and the hatch open as they approached. Viper was a bounty-class cruiser capable of transporting three. The cargo bay could hold additional bodies. To the best of his knowledge, Alaya, Joseph, and another farmer were unaccounted for.

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With a blade tucked under his fangs, Savage unclipped his whip as he met Al’s gaze. He knew he was in feral form but Al didn’t flinch. Ten paces to the ship and they were going in hot. Growling, he sprinted for the hatch. Alaya’s scream pierced the air. “Get your hands off me,” she yelled. Savage’s feet landed on the grated flooring of the ship just as Joseph fired a shot from an obsolete projectile weapon. The lead projectile ricocheted off the hull and penetrated Savage’s thigh. “No,” Alaya screamed as she wrestled with Joseph over the weapon. With a roar, Savage pounced. Grasping Joseph by the throat, Savage’s claws tore through Joseph’s flesh as he threw his body against the bulkhead with bone-crushing strength. The weapon clattered onto the grated floor. Spinning, Savage looked at Alaya, a splattering of blood covered her face and chest where her blouse gaped open. Pulling her into his arms, Savage gasped, “Where’s the other one?” “There’s no one else. Everyone else is back at camp. Joseph used Fertilite to drug most of the farmers. Callen was helping him until Joseph knocked him out. He wanted…” Alaya drew a shaky breath. “He wanted to take me with him. He said he could sell your ship and get money to set us up.” Alaya shivered against him. “I was so scared. I didn’t think you’d get here in time.” “You’re safe.” A trembling hand brushed her hair back from her face. “You’re safe. I heard your scream on the comm-tab.” He couldn’t think about how close he’d come to losing her. “I tried to contact you on it. Because of me, he freaked out and blasted the droids with lasers. It was my fault!” She shifted in his arms, nudging his thigh and he groaned. “Dean, you’ve been hit. Your thigh’s bleeding,” she gasped as she dropped to her knees. “You’re hurt.” Crying out, she touched his thigh. Her lips brushed the torn flesh.

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“No,” Savage yelled, pulling her away from his leg. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” “You didn’t hurt me.” He looked blindly around, his gaze latching on to Al. The other male shook his head as he approached. “Did she swallow your cum last night,” Al inquired with an arch to his brow. At his nod, Alaya gasped, “Dean! Do we have to talk about this now?” A flush of color spread across her cheeks. Lowering his head, he stared into her wide green eyes as the darkness began to seep into the depths of her gaze. “Alaya, a Rabian changes his mate by allowing her to ingest his blood and cum.” “Changes?” Alaya’s brow furrowed. “You’ll mutate like me. You won’t be a full blood but you’ll take on the traits of a Rabid Beast when angered.” If possible, her eyes widened farther. “Or aroused.” The words were garbled as her fangs extended. “Dean.” Her hand covered her mouth. “I’ll get you through it,” he promised wiping the blood from her cheek. The first change could be rough. The feral desire could be overwhelming. “Al, get the body out of here but come back. I might need you.” “I’ll check the status at the site and call for help gathering A. L. 2350 and Bx11.” Al shook his head. “It was Bx11’s maiden journey, he was a new model.” “Give me the old model any day,” Savage replied with humor. “Assistance is on the way for the downed farmers. They appear unconscious.” “Alaya says all but one were drugged. Alaya, where is this Callen you spoke of?” Alaya pointed toward the cargo hold. Al grabbed Joseph’s body by the arms, dragging him from the ship and leaving a trail of blood. “I’ll dispose of this trash then take care of him.” “He was trying to help Joseph. I want him locked up.” 56

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“I got it.” Al nodded as he tossed the body out the open hatch. Alaya shivered in his arms as the change overtook her. Blood still seeped from Savage’s thigh but he couldn’t worry about that now. Alaya needed him. “Come with me, babe.” He grasped her by the elbow as he led her down the corridor. Viper was built for speed, not comfort. The sleeping quarters consisted of three beds with an attached bathroom facility. Leading her into the room, Savage glanced around. The last mission had taken most of a month and he hadn’t spent much time cleaning. Fuck, this wasn’t the place for seduction. The ground wasn’t either but last night he’d been too far gone to care. Alaya deserved better. She deserved better than a half-Rabian husband who hunted criminals for a living. She certainly deserved better than the curse of mutation. “Dean…” As he turned, she shoved him onto the nearest bed. Standing over him, she grabbed both sides of her tattered blouse and ripped. Her full breasts swung free. A wide grin split her face, showing the tips of gleaming fangs. He’d never seen a more erotic site. “Alaya.” “Take your pants off,” she ordered and he reached for the tie of his leggings and eased the material over his injured thigh. Alaya wiggled her hips as her pants dropped to the floor. Reaching out, she helped him yank off his boots and leggings. “Nice.” She reached for his turgid flesh. A growl escaped his lips as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. Pleasure filled him at the sight of her small hand not reaching fully around his girth. He moaned as her thumb rode along the vein underneath his shaft. A finger on her other hand dipped into the slit on the head of his cock. Gathering pre-cum, she lifted her finger to her mouth and sucked the tip. “Delicious,” she growled. “I want more.”

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Her head lowered and he arched his hips. “You’re killing me,” he gasped as her lips parted over his cock, stretching wide. All thoughts of the ache in his thigh vanished as her mouth enclosed his cock. “Oh god, baby. Suck me.” Red-gold curls tumbled around his abs and thighs. Cupping the back of her head, he guided her mouth. “Damn, that feels good.” His hips rocked upward and he struggled to control the urge to thrust deep into her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue circled his fleshy cock head as her teeth nipped. Her fangs lightly grazed his flesh. “Fuck.” He grasped her head, wrapping his fingers in her luxurious hair and holding it back as he began to pump his hips. “Suck me. Make me come,” he demanded as he bucked his hips. His nuts burned with the need for release. With a feral growl, he allowed her to suck his cum from him. His bodily fluids would feed her mutation and ease her suffering.

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mound. Thick fingers parted her pussy lips as his tongue took a long, slow lap of her tender folds. Throwing her head back, she screamed. His tender ministrations only intensified the feral roar of her blood. “Harder, Dean.” She panted, oblivious once again to his pain. Her drenched labia pulsed as he nipped her clit. Thrashing, she rocked her hips, riding his face and tongue. Nerve endings all over her body screamed as an internal force worked its way through her system. Vibrations rocked her core as his tongue thrust deep into her molten canal. His tongue stroked as his calloused thumb circled her clit. Her blood heated. Writhing atop his mouth, she tossed her head. Damp hair clung to her face but she was too far gone to care. “Help me, Dean.” Rough hands grasped her cheeks parting them as a thick digit thrust into her ass. Her back arched as contortions rolled through her body. Dean purred into her cunt, vibrating his tongue in a maddening rhythm. Her breath rasped as the tumultuous sensations boiled over and she came with full force. Shuddering, she panted for breath as his tongue slowly lapped her folds, drinking her molten release. Al’s strong arms caught her as her body became boneless. “Are you ready for the laser?” he asked Dean. “Yeah,” Dean groaned. “Just lay her down next to me.” Strong arms lifted her and she met Al’s gaze. For a moment, his eyes revealed heat and need. With a blink, the shuttered expression returned. Alaya swallowed selfconsciously. “Dean, go with Al to med-tech.” “I’ve been through much worse than this.” Dean grinned lopsidedly as Al approached with the laser. Biting her lip, she watched in horror as Al placed a glowing rod along Dean’s thigh. His body jolted at the flash of energy. Grabbing his hand, Alaya squeezed his fingers, offering her strength. 60

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Chapter Four With a low growl, he kissed her deeply and her tongue met every thrust. His heavy cock prodded her folds, sliding through the slick cream. She was wet but tight as he entered her. “You’re so tight, baby,” he groaned against her lips. “I don’t care. Take me.” She shivered. “Fuck me, Dean.” Heat exploded as their gazes collided and her midnight eyes seared him. Arching, he thrust harder, deeper. “Oh my god.” Her hands grasped his shoulders. Extended claws scraped his flesh. The pain only served to fire his blood. Grasping her hips, he pulled her toward him as he rammed forward. Tight inner muscles pulsed around his shaft. Withdrawing, he thrust deeper. Sharp nails raked his scalp and down his spine and he shivered. “Do you have any idea what that does to me,” he asked. “This?” She stroked the short hair on his head and spine. Savage growled. “You’ll make me lose control.” She wiggled against him as her fingers played in his hair. “Please do,” she purred. He groaned. She was perfect, so tight and wet. Writhing beneath him, her head thrashed as feral heat burned within her. Her hips bucked. “Now,” she gasped. His control shattered and he grasped her hips, surging endlessly into her needy canal. With each thrust her body clenched, milking his shaft. One hand left her hip, his thumb found her clit and circled the swollen nub. His lips trailed her cheek. Finding her lips he thrust his tongue between them. Pistoning his hips, he drove them higher. Rhythmically, his tongue plunged into her 62

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“Nothing…no one compares to you, to what we have.” “Were there many others?” Savage shrugged. He did not intend to provide numbers. “Alaya, the others meant nothing and since we married there’s been no one.” “No one?” Her eyes widened. “For three years, you didn’t…” “For three years I remained true to my vows, true to you. I would have come back sooner but I kept seeing the fear in your face. I didn’t want to force you to be a wife to a beast.” “Oh, Dean,” she cried. “I couldn’t take it any longer though. I was coming back anyway, even without the attack. I was going to give you a choice, to be my wife or to go free.” He cleared his throat. “I was terrified that I’d force you to submit as my father forced my mother.” “You would never do that.” “Alaya, when I saw you again… I don’t know if I could have let you go. I thought Joseph had had you and I was so jealous. Even after I discovered you were still a virgin, I made you beg so he could hear. I wanted him to know that you were mine. Maybe it was my fault that he tried to take you.” Alaya’s cheeks flamed. “It wasn’t your fault. He was under the delusion that I cared for him which I did not.” Alaya paused. “Do you think they all heard?” “Oh yeah.” Male pride laced his words. “Even when I…” “Even when you begged me to fuck your ass.” “Oh god.” His hand slid to cup the full globes of her ass, massaging and parting the cheeks. “Which I haven’t actually done yet.” “No, Dean.”

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“You know you want me to part that virgin hole.” He shifted against her. “Slow and deep.” “Dean, you can’t.” She argued but her eyes betrayed her as the darkness grew. “If you don’t want it, why are your eyes turning black? Why is blood flooding your nipples?” Alaya whimpered. “I…I’m mad.” “I don’t think so. You can’t hide it from me. You want my cock buried deep in your ass.” “Oh, Dean.” “I’m going to make it so good that you’ll beg me to fuck your ass. Over and over, you’ll want my cock deep inside you.” She shuddered in reaction to his words.

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wider. She knew what he wanted. He wanted to part her virgin ass with his cock. She shuddered. Even in the grip of feral lust, she feared the mysterious penetration. Gasping, she jerked involuntarily as his lips nuzzled her wet folds. “Dean,” she pleaded as she watched his face dip between her parted legs. His tongue lapped from anus to clit and back again and her cream flowed. Rimming her puckered hole with his tongue, his finger filled her pussy. Tossing her head, she tried to swallow back a groan of pure bliss. A heavy arm pushed her thighs toward her chest as his tongue dipped between her cheeks. “No,” she cried, trying to buck against him. “Yes. You belong to me.” His head rose to meet her gaze. “I will have all of you. My cock will have your ass and you will come harder than you did for my fingers.” His eyes betrayed the deep, dark hunger within and she relaxed. He needed this. The Rabid part of him insisted on claiming her just as her inner beast clamored to have him. Inhaling sharply, she released her breath between her fangs with a low whistle. “Love me, Dean.” With a roar, his eyes flared. His finger left her pussy and moved lower. A whimper of need and fear escaped her lips as he penetrated her. His finger drove deep for a thrust or two before he added another. Two fingers rimmed her ass, parting her, preparing her. “You’re so hot and tight.” “I don’t care. I need you, Dean,” she panted. “Relax for me.” Releasing a shaky breath, she willed her body to relax as the tip of his cock replaced his fingers. His cock head was large and stretched her wide. She panted through the sharp sting of possession. He stopped barely within her body. Their gazes locked. “You are mine.” He thrust forward. The sting turned to pleasure as his thick cock filled her as never before.

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“Oh my,” she gasped as he eased farther into her body. Her feral blood pounded in unison to his thrusts. His calloused thumb found her clit, buffeting the tender nub and she roared in tormented bliss. “Tell me it feels good,” he demanded. She struggled to breathe and swallow. “Tell me. Tell me you love my cock up your ass.” “Yes.” She nodded. “Say it. Say it now,” he demanded as his hips increased the pace. “God, yes. I love it. I love you, Dean.” Her words unleashed his beast and he grabbed her hips, slamming deep and hard into her body. His muscles strained as sweat poured from him. Fighting to breathe, her feral heat boiled and erupted. Her pussy clenched as she fell over the cliff into the fiery inferno of pleasure. Throwing back his head, he roared as his hot cum erupted within her depths. Collapsing, he rolled to his side. “You love me?” “Yes.” His eyes gleamed. “I loved you since you were sixteen,” he confessed.

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Chapter Five “Al, are we ready to depart?” They had just returned from the agri-camp. A defense system would have to be established upon Sa-Ro Five. For now, Savage left four droids for protection. For the most part, the inhabitants of Sa-Ro Five were lucky. In total, there were four civilian deaths, including Joseph. Joseph had killed Albert by dosing him with too much of the poison. By strange coincidence, his wife had not survived either. Another male had died at the dig site. Considering what the pirates were capable of, they were lucky. Unfortunately, while Savage was rescuing the captured females the captain of the Algera pirates had escaped in a fighter pod. Tracking was underway and he would be held accountable for his actions. Savage would do it himself unless… His thoughts turned to Simon. Simon waited for departure with the droids. He had said there was nothing for him here. He wanted to go to Devil’s Pit. Savage had argued but in the end, he couldn’t blame the boy. The memories here would haunt him. Ulric was always looking for new hunters and Simon handled a laser with precision. Like all the hunters, he would have secrets. Secrets Savage would never tell. For now Simon lived to track the Captain of the Algera pirates. “The crew is ready. Do you wish me to fly Viper or return to Calliope’s Hope?” Al asked. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay here and avoid the wrath of Ulric?” Savage’s lip curled. He knew Al wouldn’t dodge their leader. “I am sure. Hiding will do no good.” Savage nodded. “I’ll speak with Ulric on your behalf.” Al nodded. 68

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“If he’s still uncomfortable with the upgrades, I’ll buy you from him.” Al’s eyes narrowed before he turned away. Savage could sense his discomfort. “Al, you know better than most that I am against slavery. If I buy you, you’ll be a free droid—man. Hell, you’re just as much a man as most I know.” In fact, he was a better man than most. “I am not sure that is a compliment.” “I’m not sure it is either.” Savage grinned. “I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t realize…” “You did not realize what?” Savage shifted uncomfortably. This wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have. “I didn’t realize the upgrades affected you sexually. I thought soldier droids were immune to…” Al snorted. “Immune to lust?” He shook his head. “I was immune.” “If I had known, I’d never have asked you to touch Alaya.” Al grinned. “I did not mind touching her.” “I bet you didn’t.” Jealousy stirred in Savage’s gut but he fought it down. Al was the only man he’d ever allow near Alaya. “I would never harm her.” “I know. So, since you had your upgrade have you…uh, checked out the parts to see if they function properly?” Savage wagged his brows. “If you are asking if I have participated in intercourse, the answer is no.” “You really need to work on your vocabulary if you plan to ‘participate in intercourse’.” Al frowned. “My vocabulary is perfectly functional.” “Not if you want to get laid.” “I do not believe many females would want to…” Al hesitated as he considered his words. “Fuck me.” 69

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“I don’t know, pleasure droids are popular and Alaya thinks you look like one,” Savage replied with humor. “I am not a pleasure droid. A pleasure droid is no more than an advanced sex toy. I am not programmed to pleasure without thought. I’m not even positive…” Savage sighed. “There are places I could take you. For a fee you could test the equipment.” “The equipment works.” Savage’s eyebrows shot up. “As a soldier droid, much was done in front of me over the years. At the time, it meant nothing. Now I remember it all. I have witnessed equipment being tested, as you say.” Savage blanched as he thought of everything Al had witnessed over the years but he knew his secrets were safe. “I wish I had the answers for you.” Al wasn’t a droid and he wasn’t a man. He was something in between and he would have to find his place. “Give it time, Al. You’ll find your place.” “I am a soldier,” Al said determinedly. “Okay, so how about you fly us out of here.” “Do you intend to strap in for takeoff?” Savage raised a brow as he pictured Alaya as he had left her on the bed. Naked and spread-eagle, he’d tied her to the bed. She awaited his return. “I plan to be secure for takeoff.” Before Al engaged the thrusters, he’d be thrusting deep within Alaya’s tight heat. It would take more than warp recoil to pry him loose. Whistling, Savage headed for his quarters. He could already smell her arousal.

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